Nick’s Bar

So since the Unilocal powers decided to take down my 2008 review of Nick’s (when I marked it closed… yknow since August 2005), I’ll just post again. My original review linked to the demolition permit from the City… which had just been issued.
I spent a fair amount of time at Nick’s maybe around Freshman/​Sophomore years of college. I was never a fan of the ridiculously named shots and the big practical joke was to get a newbie to order something ludicrous like a penguin… male appendage. (Hey maybe that’s why my old review got taken down. Using the anatomically correct name for the boy bits.) Of course, hilarity ensued when they found that name didn’t exist.
Then I found that my Uncle would stop in at Nick’s on occasion after work for a Dixie on the way home. Since the bar was located across the street from the Brewery, they had the freshest Dixie on tap. Clearly my late night visits never overlapped with him.
Fast forward to summer 2005, my cousin had a friend visiting from England and I wandered over to Nick’s with them to have that fresh Dixie. It was lowkey and divey. And not the college mob scene of years before. I cherish that memory since only a month later, Nick’s was no more.
With the revitalization of Tulane Avenue, I wish Nick’s Bar could have been a divey oasis in the middle of everything.

Dang, Nick’s, I miss you. I miss hanging out after closing time, I miss drinking on the bartender’s tab, I miss barfing in your bathroom, and I miss being a young drunken idiot.
Nick’s was a New Orleans tradition. It was the bar you went to until you were legal to drink, and then you’d swear it off but keep going anyway.
The owner is trying to bring it back; check the Facebook group.
RIP Nick’s. I wouldn’t have made it through my 20s without you. Or maybe I’d be a much more successful person today, whatever.
and RIP Colin, my first long-​term bartender.

Nick G Castrogiovani’s Original Big Train Bar… Say that it ain’t so, Joe. This is the place that the Golden Cadillac was invented… It was a great place to drop by in the mid-​70s. Lots of memories… This one has to be re-​opened.

RIP nick’s bar… many of great times and suicide row.

Wow, I miss this place. You know it’s something special when several generations of your family have partied at the same place. I loved the airplane seats and feared the sticky floor. I learned that it is never a good idea to put Kermits Middle Leg in Underwater Demolition.

Isn’t this place closed??? Someone let me know! Trying to raise my local bars status! God I love Cajun Mike’s!!!

It was a five star bar for the kind of bar it was. Great memories. Wonderful dates at Nick’s. Does anyone have a photo from the late 60’s early 70’s when I would have been going there? If you do, will you share?

closed. washed away. weird, big drinks.

I can’t believe I haven’t yet reviewed Nick G Castrogiovani’s Original Big Train Bar on Tulane Avenue. When I was in college this was my bar. It was always my first choice. You could get $ 1 pints of dixie or any of the GIANT array of house special drinks, with such names as 1−800-FUCK-ME-UP, A Wild Night at the Capri Motel (the Capri Motel was next door), Goats Nuts, Atmoic Bomb, Underwater Demolition, etc.
I really truly miss Nick’s.

I am just absolutely floored no one has reviewed Nick’s Bar! I haven’t been here since I was a student at Tulane 15 years ago, and who knows if it’s even still there, but it was one of the crazier places I ever frequented in NO, so that’s saying something.
Their signature drink was the 1−800-f*ck-me-up, but they had a long list of specialty drinks, most with very suggestive names. I remember my roommate ordering an «i promise i’ll pull out». I couldn’t tell you what drink had what in it, the menu on the wall didn’t give specifics, just types. I just remember the 1 – 800 being red.
The crowd was a mix of college students and random lowlifes from the sketchy neighborhood where Nick’s is located. You didn’t go to Nick’s unless you were planning on getting plastered. So I don’t have too many detailed stories I can remember. Maybe one time that the bar’s rottweiler shit on the floor behind the bar and stunk up the place. But no one cared… this was Nick’s!